“Live up to what seems the best, not what people tell you is the best.”

The goodbyes seem so untouchable yet causing impossible hopeless scars.

Slowly, you turned away. Slowly, I collapsed.

Change is scary when you too know you have been blind enough.

Anxiety lives free in my head, while happiness says away it has fled.

Don’t push away your emotions too hard, remember they can push back if held for too long.

The magic isn’t about together always it’s about love anyways.

Tell me you are not aching, tell me you’re pretending.

Respect your body, it’s a home to be thankful for.

Those pages became the ocean I left my traces on.

There always will be people to put you down, make sure there always is your desire to stay strong.

It’s good to give up on some things, sometimes it lets you free.

Let your love consume you.

There’s another part of me which resists you, which loves me.

Even the pages I ink crave your name.

Remind yourself that you ended a chapter to start a new one not to re-read the previous one.

I need a house, full of books, devoid of heartaches.

But perhaps the best way to measure your progress is with a habit tracker.

The best memories are the ones where I remember you and nothing else.

Any woman can look her best if she feels good in her skin. It’s not a question of clothes or makeup. It’s how she sparkles.

We take care of the future best by taking care of the present now.

I realized that to become a saint one must suffer a great deal, always seek what is best, and forget oneself.

Get the better of yourself – this is the best kind of victory.

Practice sharing the fullness of your being, your best self, your enthusiasm, your vitality, your spirit, your trust, your openness, above all, your presence. Share it with yourself, with your family, with the world.

The noblest mind the best contentment has.